The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

Fear

I have fear

Truly fear

And it will all pass

And still remain

While the sun circles the earth

Snow

Tired very tired

The snow

The empty void

Of a life that should

Have been there now

Still nothing is left

Only a fantasy and a vague memory

Fading in the afternoon

Darkness

Love will end

The world and me

But

On the bottom

Of the ocean

Well hidden in gorges

There are life thriving there

Without the sun, only the volcanic heat

There is safety in the darkness

Covers

What are we?

Where are we?

This autumn

When smoke and ashes

Covers the earth

Soon snow will cover

This land,

but the winter

Will not be like

Before